“That and the locked closets and cabinets.” She pointed to the lock on the cupboard above the fridge. “I’m guessing that’s the liquor cabinet. It probably also holds the good knives and Le Creuset.”

“Think there’s anything we can use in there?” he asked.

“Doubt it, unless you want scotch or vodka.”

“Gin is really my preferred liquor.”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“Tempting but risky.” He paused, then reconsidered. “Although alcohol is flammable. Wouldn’t hurt to have the makings for a Molotov cocktail.” He reached for a step stool and grabbed one of the cheap knives from the butcher block.

“Suuuurrre,” she said with a laugh in an unmistakably sarcastic tone. “It’s for a Molotov cocktail.”

He chuckled. “Tell you what, when this is all over, I’ll introduce you to my favorite gin. It’s made in small batches at a distillery in Portland.” He slipped the knife blade between door and frame of the cupboard and popped it free of the cheap lock.

Behind him, Audrey said, “I’m not much for hard alcohol these days.”

He scanned the contents of the cupboard, which, as Audrey had guessed, contained booze and quality cookware—but not Le Creuset. He was a little relieved by that deviation or he’d have to wonder if the woman was psychic. He grabbed vodka and a fifth of whiskey and passed them to her to drop in his pack.

After climbing down, he checked the cupboard above the countertop coffeemaker. “Coffee, filters, and a cone. Score!”

“Is there any decaf?”

“Nope. Why?” They’d had regular coffee the morning after their night together and she hadn’t said anything then. If there was ever a time she might need caffeine, it was now.

“No big deal. I’ve just been off caffeine for the last few weeks.” She shrugged. “I’ll take some of that herbal tea instead.”

He tossed packets of tea into the pack and grabbed two stainless steel travel mugs. “Any other food you want?”

From the pantry, she grabbed a sealed salami log, a box of saltines, a pack of bite-sized rice cakes, and a bar of dark chocolate. After placing those in the pack, she turned to the fridge and let out a squeal of delight as she grabbed a brick of unopened cheddar cheese. “Even better score.”

She returned to the fridge. The remaining contents were mostly condiments along with jars of olives and pickles and other items with a long refrigerated shelf life. She opened a container of cottage cheese and took a sniff. All at once, she slammed the container on the counter next to the sink and retched into the basin.